methinks we gae awry

To let and flaw not freely
Lunar levies weigh more now
So the hemlock mistletoe and sickle
slice in white sun night reflections
sacred blades of swinging time
Blinded muses have their uses
memories in singing rhyme
Sung in sacrificial splendor
Harken as their voices render
Let the flow fall ever freely
Down rivulets of frozen rime
To fill the golden cup of glory
with thick red wine so cool and gory
This warrior clan shall now be mine
The druid rose all white and red
To stand and fill them all with dread
Let war and greed consume your souls
Till all the waters fill the holes
And memories of forests toll
like echoes through your empty head
and I your guide through constant strife
Perchance will then return to life
To let and flaw not freely

Reviews

[An Ordinary Woman]

lovely lilt, strong words, a wonderful piece of writing. I totally LOVED "hearing" ya tell it. Fabulous, Donald!

...gotta love evoca!

[truth]

Sung in sacrificial splendor
Harken as their voices render
Let the flow fall ever freely
Down rivulets of frozen rime
Amazing chilling wrenching at the mind back to a time when the world was raw and life/death moments spilled across the soil. Thank you you have really given me more to think about. I appreciate you sharing this with us cheers

[Tomás Ó C..]

The reading really brings the poem to life!!!

[Gandré]

First, I like it when you do EVOCA. I can listen to your way to read poetry and pay attention to your intonation and this way I perceive your embodying spirit as always, looking at the beauty and the world from distance, this is also telling me how useless the ego-centric details are for then, we won't see the beauty around. This reminds me to the eastern teachings saying that man has to empty his mind for all the load of his life makes him heavy; we see beauty when we let go.

[Emily B]

this is wonderful! . . . loved the lilt of your voice behind the words

[cest la vie]

Oh my.. that is incredible. the writing, the speaking all of it.
Damn, I'm am now officially impressed.

[Narnie]

Goodness me! There's a scots lilt in there which I wasn't expecting! This is fabulous Donald!